135: Chapter 135 Leisure

Walking through the corridor covered in Persian rugs, authentic oil paintings of immense value hung on the walls on both sides.

Finally, the manager stopped in front of an intricately carved rosewood door and gently pushed it open: "Please enter, distinguished guests. This is our club's top-tier 'Imperial Suite'."

The busyness of recent days, combined with the heavy drinking during the banquet just now, made Li Dakang feel a wave of weariness at this moment.

The slight intoxication slowed his thoughts, and his limbs felt somewhat heavy.

He walked into the bathroom inside the suite, and the warm water washed away some of his fatigue.

After drying off, Li Dakang put on a silk bathrobe and lay lazily on the massage bed.

The bedding at this high-end club was indeed extraordinary; the sensation of the silk pillowcase against his cheek was as delicate as a lover's caress.

Before long, there was a soft "click" from the door, followed by the faint sound of the latch sliding into the lock.

Li Dakang couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids; he was long accustomed to such occasions.

In a club of this level, everything from the masseuse's professional competence to their personal attributes was carefully selected.

He simply relaxed all his muscles, waiting for those professional hands to dispel his fatigue.

A faint, ethereal scent of jasmine drifted through the room, mixed with the fragrance of essential oils.

Footsteps gradually approached; the soft carpet absorbed most of the sound, leaving only a faint rustling, like a spring breeze blowing over new leaves.

The person who entered was a young woman of about twenty, with a pure face, fair skin, and beautiful features, her long legs particularly eye-catching.

She was nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white tube top and a short black sheer skirt, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, smooth skin at her waist. Under the dim light, she appeared even more charming and moving.

This young woman was named Yun Xiaoya, an employee of the leisure department at the Dihao Club, and also a senior student at the Jiang University School of Management.

She was born in a small mountain village in the southern part of Jiang Province. Her family was poor, but her parents were hardworking and honest, and the family lived a warm and fulfilling life.

That summer, when Yun Xiaoya was admitted to Jiang University, the top institution in the province, with the third-highest score in the entire county, the whole village was in an uproar.

Villagers came to offer their congratulations one after another, and for the first time, a proud smile bloomed on her father's face, which was etched with wrinkles by the years.

In the blink of an eye, her four years of university life were about to come to an end.

Yun Xiaoya had already prepared her resume, looking forward to working for a well-known company after graduation, using her first paycheck to buy a color TV for her family, and letting her parents, who had toiled for half their lives, see the outside world.

But fate always deals a heavy blow when one is most full of hope. Last month, on her father's diagnosis report, the four words "malignant tumor" were like a bolt from the blue, pushing the entire family into the abyss.

Facing her father's exorbitant medical expenses, this stubborn girl bit her tongue and endured it all in silence.

Through the introduction of a classmate, Yun Xiaoya walked through the doors of the Dihao Club.

Although her massage technique was raw, her appearance—like a lotus rising from clear water—and her tall, graceful figure still made many guests flock to her.

In just half a month, the payment she earned was already equivalent to a year's income for an ordinary worker.

Whenever she finished counting the money in the dead of night, tears would always involuntarily wet her pillowcase.

This "life-saving money," tainted with the smell of alcohol, both gave her hope and cut into her heart like a knife.

At first, Yun Xiaoya naively thought that she could hold onto her bottom line in this place of glitz and glamour.

After all, the Dihao Club had strict rules, and it was rumored that the boss, who had connections reaching the heavens, most detested anyone using force.

She calculated that as long as she insisted on selling only her services and not her body, she could leave as soon as her father's condition stabilized.

But fate seemed determined to toy with this unfortunate girl.

Just three days ago, the hospital issued a critical condition notice.

Her father's tumor suddenly worsened, and surgery was required immediately, otherwise, his life would be in danger at any moment.

On that thin payment notice, there were so many zeros after the numbers that Yun Xiaoya's vision went black.

The money she had worked so hard to save previously wasn't even a fraction of the surgery cost now.

This morning, the shift manager mysteriously called Yun Xiaoya to the office, mentioning that a distinguished guest needed "special services," with compensation a hundred times the usual amount.

When she heard this number, Yun Xiaoya's fingers dug tightly into her palms; it was exactly the amount needed for her father's surgery.

When she walked out of the office, she repeatedly wiped away the tears that wouldn't stop in the restroom mirror.

Yun Xiaoya told herself over and over: This is the last time. Once Father recovers, I will leave this place that makes me sick forever.

Under the dim light, Yun Xiaoya could only vaguely make out the upright silhouette of the guest.

"Sir, may we begin?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzzing, the end of her sentence carrying an imperceptible tremble.

After receiving a nod from the other party, Yun Xiaoya bit her lower lip, her long, slender eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheeks.

Through the touch transmitted by her fingertips, she could feel the firm muscle lines and the powerful physique of the other party, which made her tense nerves relax slightly.

She cautiously straddled Li Dakang's waist; the rough texture of the bath towel came through her sheer skirt, making her whole body stiffen.

Li Dakang only felt a waft of faint fragrance hit him, followed by a warm, jade-like touch.